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maced_eggs[Spam for the Dining Room, Morning]
[Last night, Mason, Grim Reaper, age 27 and dead for the last forty years, shucked off his muddy, blood-stained clothes and fell asleep on a couch in his Union Jack underwear.
This morning, Mason, still dead, wakes up on the Barge.
Mason's never been much of what anyone might call "consciously aware", or "observant." For example; he fails to observe he is not in his home when he wakes up. He fails to observe that all of his clothes have gone missing.
What he does observe is that he is bloody starving, and needs a very, very large breakfast to erase the nightmare of the day before. So after failing to observe that he is completely pantsless, Mason shuffles out of his room and off to find food.
Which is why, still half asleep and very nearly naked, is a man barging through the breakfast bar gathering up as many miniature cereal boxes in his arms as he possibly can. He doesn't merely stop when they're all gone: systematically, he goes around to every table he nears and plucks them from unsuspecting eaters when he guesses they're not looking.
Arms loaded with cereal, the mysterious, nearly naked man attempts to make a retreat.
He doesn't yet have the capacity to guess where he is at the moment, aside from the completely unhelpful "Not at home." But at least there will always be Fruit Loops.]
[Last night, Mason, Grim Reaper, age 27 and dead for the last forty years, shucked off his muddy, blood-stained clothes and fell asleep on a couch in his Union Jack underwear.
This morning, Mason, still dead, wakes up on the Barge.
Mason's never been much of what anyone might call "consciously aware", or "observant." For example; he fails to observe he is not in his home when he wakes up. He fails to observe that all of his clothes have gone missing.
What he does observe is that he is bloody starving, and needs a very, very large breakfast to erase the nightmare of the day before. So after failing to observe that he is completely pantsless, Mason shuffles out of his room and off to find food.
Which is why, still half asleep and very nearly naked, is a man barging through the breakfast bar gathering up as many miniature cereal boxes in his arms as he possibly can. He doesn't merely stop when they're all gone: systematically, he goes around to every table he nears and plucks them from unsuspecting eaters when he guesses they're not looking.
Arms loaded with cereal, the mysterious, nearly naked man attempts to make a retreat.
He doesn't yet have the capacity to guess where he is at the moment, aside from the completely unhelpful "Not at home." But at least there will always be Fruit Loops.]
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Date: 2014-05-03 09:50 pm (UTC)Hang on. Hang on, I think we're having a bit of a miscommunication here, Bucky.
You don't tell me I died, all right? I tell you you died. That's how this works. What d'you mean, make up for some stuff back home? Is this-?
[He cuts off, suddenly going pale]
Is this because I killed Ray?
Shit it is. It is because I fucking killed Ray! Oh shit. Oh shit, Rube is going to...Oh god.
[Now thoroughly distressed, Mason begins pacing in front of Bucky, gnawing at his nails]
Is this what they do to you? When you break the rules? This is where they send the reapers who fuck up too much? Because I was trying, but you should've seen him, I mean, he had it coming. I don't like to say it given our job but he did an' I'm not sorry and oh god. Oh god no please don't let this be happening.
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Date: 2014-05-03 10:01 pm (UTC)Slow down, I have no idea what you're talking about. Look, here-
[He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out Chromie's pamphlet. It's a little rumpled, obviously well read, but still in great shape when he hands it over.]
This'll help. The woman who runs the library gave it to me when I showed up.
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Date: 2014-05-03 10:05 pm (UTC)No. No no. Fuck your pamphlet, your pamphlet doesn't apply. I fucking know I'm dead, I've been dead for forty fucking years! Where's the bit where it says what they do to you when you're already dead and you fuck up? That's my pamphlet, not the one for those who've only just gone to the hereafter.
Fucking hell, Buck...
[He crouches near the floor, running his hands through his hair and looking near tears]
I killed Ray. I killed Ray an' they dropped me here.
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Date: 2014-05-03 10:18 pm (UTC)But he still tries, dammit, and he'd be one hell of an asshole for telling him this and then bailing on him.]
Look- [The pamphlet gets shoved back in his pocket, and then he crouches down so they're more or less at eye level again.]
I know this is nuts, alright? But you're here because someone thinks you deserve a second shot at whatever you were doing before, not because you're being punished for what you did. Calm down.
[He casts about for something else to offer, and settles for a distraction, something Mason can do instead of just sitting here panicking.] Let's get you some pants, and then you can tell me what the hell Captain Crunch is supposed to be.
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Date: 2014-05-03 10:45 pm (UTC)[He rubs at his eyes, shakily]
...Yeah, all right. Maybe some pants. Pants first.
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Date: 2014-05-03 10:49 pm (UTC)But he doesn't. Instead, Bucky grabs his arm above the elbow with a firm but gentle grip and tries to pull him back up to his feet.]
Do you remember where your room is?
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Date: 2014-05-03 10:51 pm (UTC)I don't have a room. Or a house in which the room sits. I am technic'ly between homes at the moment.
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Date: 2014-05-03 11:18 pm (UTC)That makes two of us. [Sort of, he supposes he's still technically paying rent for his place back in Brooklyn. Or, you know, he was.] The Admiral apparently just gives you somewhere you stayed, once.
[But he diverts their course to check out the laundry room in hope someone's left some abandoned sweatpants or something around.]
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Date: 2014-05-03 11:21 pm (UTC)[He wanders after Bucky, through the sheer lack of any other kind of direction. This guy seems to know what he's doing and already promised not to arrest him, so he must be a good guy. Right? Still distressed about all this dead nonsense, Mason in the laundry room immediately opens up someone else's machine to begin yanking out clothes. What he doesn't like, he tosses, wet, onto the ground]
No. No. No.
Heeere we go.
[Yep, just going to slide into a pair of pants way too big for him]
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Date: 2014-05-03 11:47 pm (UTC)Knock it off, [Is Bucky's immediate response as he goes to pick up the discarded and still wet clothes. He grabs a pair of discarded or forgotten track pants and gestures to the pair Mason's got on.]
Here, gimme those, and put these on. What are you, a toddler?
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Date: 2014-05-03 11:50 pm (UTC)[He grasps the front of the pants, pulling them out to check for labels]
Bit big for me. D'you see a belt lying around?
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Date: 2014-05-04 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-04 04:11 pm (UTC)[He straightens back up, shutting the washing machine door and still in his illicitly-gained trousers]
Yeah, all right.
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Date: 2014-05-05 11:49 pm (UTC)You still want cereal?
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